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By Georgina V Solly
A man falls in love with his idea of the perfect woman.
By K Varsh
A description of funny but true human behaviour during grief times. Readers will enjoy how humans can hide their true emotions which ultimately do surface to be noticed.
Article | Updated Apr 2, 2014 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gabrielle Kinnish
i'm gonna sit right here on the edge of this pier and watch the sunset disappear
and drink a beer~luke bryan drink a beer
this is for my grandmother who passed away february 26,2014. this poem was written that day. i kept hearing this song after she died.if you havent heard it then listen...
May I forever be the lily in your soul
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
CANT GET THESE TO ''FIT'' INTO 17 WOODS..
BUT THEYRE SOMETHING BETWEEN HAIKUS AND FLASH FICTION
Its a connection. That is the key that unites a melody, with a man, with a stranger. In a simple classroom two children discover what it truly means to connect. That single moment, that sharing, will change a thought. It might just change a life.
By Celeste Moons
How to make a wonderful dog funeral.
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
If you like stories such as Robinson Crusoe and Treasure Island you will definitely like this story that i have written.
By Charlie Gibbs
Robert was in love. She was perfect except for one thing. She was still breathing.
Short Story | Updated Feb 4, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Bill Rayburn
Contemplating the last twenty years, and the changes almost all of us are forced to reckon with.
For example: As you get older, which requires your attendance more and more; funerals, or weddings?
Essay | Updated Jan 1, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
What my uncle told my mom in China before coming to the US. He never fulfilled his promise.
The Funeral of my BELOVED BIG BROTHER!
By Eileen Mcguinness
Families don't seem to be as close as they used to be in my early years.I cannot understand why it is so difficult for a person to pick up a phone or write a few words in a letter.Communication is all done by text these days we don't seem to have time for each other.In this poem i explore my own...
It's about a girl whose best friend commited suicide and she is trying to get past it because the night he died he confessed he loved her.
By Charles Schwenk
Entries in the author's journal dealing with the death of his father.
Short Story | Updated Sep 26, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0